"There's strawberry-rhubarb pie," says Chris as I walk in, "Mr. K. brought it over. Apparently, I inspired Mrs. K. to bake pie so she made one for us, too."
"Wow!" I sniff the fresh pie appreciatively, hoping dinner won't be too filling. "What did you do to inspire pie?"
"I have no idea. We were talking about cutting down trees."
"What did Mr. K. say when he brought it over?"
"He said he didn't know how trees got to baking either, but he wasn't about to question fresh pie." Chris also elected not to ask and the pie was unquestionably good.